I've been meaning to post a build for this car for years now. I have had the car for 12 years next month, and there’s a lot of emotional attachment with this one. As some of you may know, I’m a bit long winded. It is a tale of one man’s journey (or stupidity) in the automotive realm. It is in sad shape these days, but I aim to fix that!
First, some history.
Back in 2002, I was commuting every day to college in my '89 Maxima SE, and I used to pass by this silver 1979 Trans Am on my way to school. I owned a 1983 Z28 project at that point, and I knew since I was a kid that I required a 2nd or 3rd Gen F-Body when I grew up. That Trans Am ended up with a For Sale sign on it, so I stopped with my buddy to look. After seeing the price of $5000, I laughed and drove off. It appeared solid, but definitely not a $5000 car.
2002 was a rough year for me. I lost my grandmother who played a large part of bringing me up in February, and I lost my Maxima in a car accident in March. Then, I discovered my Z28's 305 was the most broken motor that could still idle around April/May (That was actually pretty funny, but I digress...). I received my insurance payout of $2300 on the Maxima in the beginning of June, and started car shopping.
Remember, this was before the days of Craigslist, so car searching locally for a cheap daily driver or project consisted of picking up the Want Advertiser every Tuesday for $2 at the corner store, thumbing through the tiny little ads, and calling random people hoping to arrange a time in which you hoped to meet up. I called on all sorts of cars and trucks. I recall looking at another Maxima with an outlandish price and a bad throwout bearing, a few 3rd Gen Camaros, XJ Cherokees, a S10 Blazer, and more. But all fell through for whatever reason, and I was bummed. On the last weekend of June, I received a phone call from my uncle. He knew my situation, and was also into cars and keeping an eye out for anything interesting. He was out running errands and he stumbled upon a silver 1979 Trans Am for sale. Sound familiar? Yep, it was the same car. Except this time, it was $2500. At that price, I had to check it out again, so off I went. It was an Olds 403/TH350 car, and it was a hard top. It was silver with a red interior, and it had the charcoal, black and red decals. It clearly had some cosmetic defects, like peeling paint on the nose and an obviously-replaced quarter panel and door skin on the driver’s side. It was a WS6 car, which on a ’79, means 15x8” Snowflake wheels, bigger sway bars, a tighter steering box, extra subframe bracing, a limited slip differential, and 4-wheel disc brakes. But why was it half the price than when I saw it about a year earlier? A look inside offered clues. It was now “equipped” with some Taz floormats, cheap gray seat covers, a chrome skull shift knob, and one skull lock knob, and the guy who owned it was your typical trashy, possibly-addicted-to-meth guy. He was a tiling contractor and he used this as his “work truck”.
I started to talk to him, and immediately got the sense that he had no clue what he was talking about, and it had lived a hard life under his ownership. He popped the hood and fired it up. The 403 Olds ran ok, but had a sizable exhaust leak. It had a cheap air cleaner with the shaker just resting on top, and an Edelbrock Performer RPM intake and Performer carb on top. He told me that the original carb and intake were “in a dumpster, because that E36 M3 makes it slow”. Then, there were the stories of him beating the snot out of it. The transmission kickdown cable snapped because he was “doing a wicked burnout”.
Another look at the car, and I started to see some non-standard bits and pieces that made me think that this car was something special. For instance, the car had a Hurst Dual Gate shifter, some non-stock fender braces made of aluminum, and a weird 170mph speedometer that said Trans Am Specialties on the face. I was conflicted by the sheer awesomeness of one of my childhood dream cars within my reach and the strange parts attached to it and the fact that it was owned by this crack head. I told him that I would sleep on it and get back to him in the morning.
After researching the Trans Am all night and realizing that it was a WS6 car and some of those parts were SUPER rare (more on that later), I went back with my dad to strike a deal. I got there just in time. There was a crowd of people there looking at the car again, including a guy with his teenage daughter that wanted to buy it for her. She was going on and on about painting it purple and reupholstering it with leopard skin, so I pulled the owner aside and offered him $2k on the spot cash. He told everyone that it was sold, and the crowd disbursed. I was pumped, and a little scared, because this was going to replace my Maxima as a daily driver. Little did I know what kind of commitment I made, as this car would take me on a journey in automotive insanity, both good and bad.
Stay tuned for more.